[The Prince has decided to share one of his compositions for the first time.]
Chop my heart and whittle it
Into any shape you like
Gather up the shavings, give a spark
I'll give you light
Take my body, cut me
Shave and slice me paper-thin
Let your ink run down my pages
And engulf me in your sin
I fell for you like timber
Now I'm tinder under heat
Too far gone, and far too long
Since my wooden hearts have beat
My oaken shield and armored bark
Have met their time to burn
Invoked have I, the ancient words
That my wooden hearts return
All remains are scraps
Of a fractured masterpiece
Abuse what's left with no regret
Your name's on every sheet
LIVE AGAIN
Long live the Prince
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